I haven’t written for a while, and there are good reasons behind that. Until February all my spare time was spent looking at houses in Scotland that we could move to.
The February half term week was spent with a massive driving expedition across Scotland. We stayed at Blackridge, between Edinburgh and Glasgow. Over the course of the week we saw several houses on both coasts of Scotland and both south and north of the central belt. In the end we chose a fab house outside the area we’d been expecting, in NE Scotland between Dundee and Aberdeen.
Since then it’s been a mix of packing books, of which there are quite literally thousands, and getting rid of stuff we don’t want to take. We’ve also had all the anxiety of conveyancing, and the delays and trials it brings.
So today is pretty much the first time I’ve not been able to do things in my house. I’m sitting on my now bare patio (apart from two folding chairs) while the packers put everything else in boxes and load their vans.